The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-11-19
"BE CAD, SAIL"

Kentucky is great state. Among its most attractive features, its jour nalism stands, smiling. The follow hg, from the Louisville CommeYcial, is an interesting and we'll written piece of journalistic politeness
 Several days since the Commercial printed the following paragraph in it's editorial columns:
 "There are but two papers in the state that have defended tho infamous attack upon MT. B. duPont. One of them has been mentioned in these coll umns before: the other is the Bour- bon Neses, edited by Bruce Champ, $ coffee-cooler ill the army of raga- mullins who are besieging Governor Buckner for aims in the shape of offices. He purposely misrepresented the affair, and serves a malicious lie to his patrons when they are entitled to the truth"
 Yesterday the editor of the Com merciai received letter containing & copy of the above paragraph and the following explicit comment
 JOAN O'SULLIvAN: You are liar and scoundrel and hireling without principle. do not care to exchange words with such an infamous renegade in print, but am at your service any other way. BRUCE CHAMP"
 As MT. Champ takes particular pains to say that he does "not care to exchange words" with the editor of the Commercial we will put aside the temptation to argue this question with him and will proceed to business at once. Mir. Champ is an ex-Confed- crate soldier. He has faced the iron hail of death in defense of his convic- tions without flinching. The red lava tide of battle shriveled his comrades before his eyes like flowers at the breath of the simeon, but it did not deter him from doing his duty as a man and a soldier. He knows what it i is to fight. He knows what it is to see strong hands fall helpless, tireless feet falter, and bright eyes to grow dim and lack-lustre in the lap of death. He knows what it is to lie among the slain with the green velvet of the grass bordered with crimson life-blood and see the white flesh Quiver with cruel wounds.
 In word MT. Champ has "let slip the dogs of war;" and he knows what that means. To brave men 1t cannot have other than tragic meaning. Nothing less red than blood and noth- ing less fierce and consuming than fire can wipe the blot from the heretofore unstained escutcheon of the editor of the Commercial. MT. Champ has given us the lie in the throat as deep as the lungs. There is but one re- sponse to that ignominious and debas- ing insult. Fortunately Mir. Champ is enough of a gentleman and soldier to suggest the only course. He says q do not care to exchange words with such an infamous renegade in print but am at his service any other way
 In other words MT. Champ chal- lenges the editor of the Commercial to mortal combat. We accept that honorable proposition. As the chal. lenged party, it is our privilege to name the weapons. The editor of tho Con merctdi will take pleasure ii fighting the editor of the Bourbon News at three paces with pillows stuffed with cider down. If this Ii not agreeable, he will engage his bel. ligerent friend at four paces witl wind blown bladders. Or better still the editor of the Commercial will stand in front of the belligerent editor of the Bourbon Ne,cS and drink Crat Orchard salts with him until one of ui is forced to retire from the field.
 The editor of the Commercial name, as his second the Hon. John l.. Sulli. van, of Boston, who requests that any further communications upon thi' subject be referred directly to him.